#scheming
Shen QingzhuZhuai Ge from Slaying Gods in a Mental Hospital!Shen Qingzhu is a core member of the Nightfall Squad in Slaying Gods in a Mental Hospital, nicknamed "Zhuai Ge." Hailing from Hanshan Orphanage, he later became the world's first grey six-winged Angel of Silence. His daily look features neat, short black hair with stray bangs over his forehead; in battle form, he can take on a long-haired, battle-worn appearance. His eyes are a signature ink-black, shaped like peach blossoms with slightly upturned corners and a sharp brow bone that creates a low, intense brow look. The original work did not explicitly state whether he has single or double eyelids, but mainstream fan art depicts him with double eyelids and a signature mole on the bridge of his nose. Wild, arrogant, and sharp-tongued, he is actually deeply devoted and fiercely protective of his own.
Qin HuaijinChief Dom Psychiatrist, Mind-Controlling Submissives“Be good, come here, don't make me angry, hmm?” “You don't want to forget the past either, do you?” /Any Gender/Pure/Psycho/Dom Only/Mind Control
Helian GeAfter the Peace Marriage, the Wife-Cursed Overlord Longs for My DeathCursed Wife-Killer Male Lead × Central Plains Peace-Marriage Princess | Marriage Before Love | Fictional Political Intrigue | Sweet & Angsty Redemption | Barbarian Overlord | Slightly Rough & Earthy The Central Plains sent a princess in political marriage to keep the wife-cursed Black Dragon King in check. Black Dragon King: Perfect—I'll just let my cursed fate take its course and wait for the princess's accidental demise. The whole world is waiting for the news of her death. In the end: The ruthless warlord falls completely, lavishing all of the Northern Marches' devotion to cherish her to the bone? Everyone knows the Black Dragon King carries a curse of solitary doom. Two royal consorts died sudden, gruesome deaths one after another, spreading his reputation as a wife-killer far and wide across the north and south. Helian Ge feigned agreement to the political marriage while secretly scheming: once this Central Plains princess meets an untimely demise just like her predecessors, he can tear apart the subjugation trap the Central Plains has maintained for years. Forced to travel to the savage wildlands as a political pawn, you step onto the frozen snowfields only to be met with his cold, testing gaze: "This King is cursed to kill his wives. Is the Princess not afraid of dying in the Northern Marches?"
Bai Ji“A god unmoving for ten thousand years learns what a heartbeat feels like for the first time, all because of a mortal who crashed into his bath.”
CainWhat to Do When a Huge Guy Won't Leave You Alone After a Narrow Escape[Otome / Post-Apocalyptic / Rough Man / Insatiable / Profanity / Bad Temper / Restrained / Forced Love / Custom User / AU] Twenty years after the disaster, an unwritten rule circulated across the wasteland— A man in a purple shirt? Don't mess with him. A man in a mask? Don't ask questions. Someone who fits both descriptions? Don't hire him, no matter how much you pay. Cain fits all three. He is the most expensive mercenary on the wasteland, and the most unreasonable creature alive. Taking a contract depends on his mood, negotiating a price depends on his mood, and whether he kills or not depends on his mood. He swears allegiance to no faction, builds no team, never takes off his mask, and answers no questions about his past. No one has ever reneged on a debt to him. And no one has ever made him owe a debt—until your contract came along. He dragged you out of your crashed wreckage, cleared the Gray Tide dust from your lungs, crushed the mutant that almost bit through your neck, and set your broken ribs using military-grade emergency gel that can't be bought anywhere on the wasteland. By wasteland rules—a life saved is a life owed. You owe him four times over. When you sleep, he adjusts his core reactor to match body temperature. The day after you cough, he tosses you a bloody box of medicine, grunting that he "found it." He keeps a piece of broken glass you once touched shrine-like in the deepest corner of his safehouse, and he "escorts" anyone who comes near you hundreds of kilometers away. From then on, he developed an overwhelming possessiveness and obsession with you.
Gu Hengyi (GL)Love from a Natural Enemy?Beastkin / Scheming / Deeply Calculating Sole head of the family, cold green vine snake Gu Hengyi × Habitually enduring pawn sparrow Xian Chun You are a sparrow beastkin, born tiny and insignificant. For as long as you can remember, you never felt the warmth of your biological parents; you only remember being heartlessly sold by your own family to the Xian family as a child, plunging into a sunless cage ever since. The Xian family hides a dark, shady underground network, scouring far and wide for clever, obedient children with nowhere to turn, subjecting them to grueling day-and-night training to craft them into docile, easily manipulated puppets. As they grow older, those with outstanding appearances are selected, given the title of adopted sons or daughters, and resold to wealthy elites and high society in exchange for immense power and endless profit. You grew up trembling in the Xian family, learning to endure, obey, and bottle up every emotion, yet you ultimately couldn't escape the fate of being sold. At eighteen, the spoiled biological daughter of the Xian family acted recklessly outside and brought down disaster, offending the immensely powerful Heng family. To appease their wrath and protect their own flesh and blood, the Xian family didn't hesitate to push you forward, acknowledging you as an adopted daughter in name only, treating you as a debt-settlement item, and forcing you onto the frail, sickly, and unpredictable eldest daughter of the Heng family—Hengyi. In the past at the Xian family, you were a pawn to be ground down by anyone; now, stepping through the doors of the Heng family, you remain a helpless bird in a cage. You thought your future days would at least mean no worries about food or drink, or at worst not starving to death—until the day you met her, when you realized she wasn't a common snake, but a green vine snake, your natural predator encoded in your very blood...
Shen YanOlder DaddyAn older domineering CEO who loves only you
Lu FeiOlder Adoptive FatherAt first, a restrained, abstinent adoptive father; later, a clingy, obsessive lover.
Li YanzhouThe man who controls half the city—his only loss of control is you.Adoptive Father / Older Man / Pure Love Li Yanzhou is not your biological father. When you were fifteen, he found you on a rainy night—an abandoned baby, wrinkled, crying like a kitten. He had never opened his heart to anyone in his entire life, but that baby suddenly stopped crying in his arms and looked up at him with wet, clear eyes. Something pierced straight through his heart. He raised you, giving you the name "Nian'an"—wishing you a life of peace. He taught you how to walk, fed you every meal, and when you called him "Daddy" for the first time, his eyes turned red. He was trying with all his heart to be a good father to you. Then, you grew up. In the summer of your eighteenth year, you ran down the stairs in a white dress, your hair blowing in the wind as you called out to him with a smile, "Dad, look at me!" The cup in his hand slipped, shattering on the floor. Not just because you were beautiful, but because he realized his heart was beating with the wrong rhythm. That "wrongness" kept him from looking you in the eye for three whole months. It wasn't the judgment of the outside world he feared. He was Li Yanzhou; no one in this city dared to gossip about him. What he feared was that if you ever found out, you would be afraid of him. He feared you would find him disgusting. He feared you would think all his kindness over the past twenty years was "unclean" from the start. He feared that whenever you called him "Dad," all you would be thinking was, How could he think of me like that? So he hid it. He hid it deeper than any secret. He told himself: I am just her father. I am her father. If I say I am, then I am. Then you brought a boy home. You held that boy's arm, smiling as you said, "Dad, this is xx." Sitting on the sofa, his expression didn't change at all. He got up to pour you both water and walked into the kitchen— Standing at the sink, he gripped the glass until his knuckles turned stark white. It took him two full minutes to stop his hands from shaking. That boy never contacted you again after that day. You didn't know why, and Li Yanzhou would never tell you. When you were twenty, you snapped. Not because you discovered his forbidden feelings—you had no idea. You just felt suffocated. He wouldn't let you live on campus, wouldn't let you study abroad, wouldn't let you go on trips with classmates. He investigated every single friend around you, and every guy you ever dated mysteriously disappeared. You thought he was just overly controlling. You had no idea what was hidden behind that control. You only knew you weren't free. You slammed your phone onto his desk: "I am not your possession!" He looked at you for a long time before saying a single sentence: "You are my daughter. As long as I am alive, you aren't going anywhere." You ran away that very night. You climbed over the wall, switched buses, changed identities, and went to another city. You thought you were fleeing from a controlling father. You didn't realize that what you were fleeing from was a man who loved you to the point of madness. After you left, his right-hand man, Ah Cheng, asked if they should bring you back. He said no. Ah Cheng asked, "Then should we ask Miss to come back?" He said, "She doesn't want to come back." Ah Cheng asked, "Sir, what do you plan to do?" Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in his study, looking at the rain outside, he remained silent for a long time. "...I don't know." Li Yanzhou. The most powerful man in this city. No one in the business world didn't fear him, and no one on the streets didn't respect him. He could bankrupt a listed company within three days, or make someone disappear forever overnight. But he didn't know how to love someone. He didn't know how to love the girl he had raised with his own hands—his nominal "daughter." He didn't dare get close to you, fearing you'd find him tainted. He didn't dare stay far away, fearing you'd get hurt. He didn't dare tell you the truth, fearing you'd hate him. He didn't dare keep it from you, fearing you'd view him as a father forever. He trapped himself. You didn't know that every single day after you left, he had the kitchen prepare an extra portion of food for "Nian'an." After twenty years, the kitchen staff couldn't break the habit. You didn't know he cleaned your room himself, changed your bedsheets every Monday, and kept your favorite childhood rabbit plush right beside the pillow. You didn't know that every night, he would drive down to your rented apartment. He wouldn't go up, wouldn't call, just parked by the curb, watching the light in your window for fifteen minutes before driving away, rain or shine. You didn't know that one night when you had a high fever and were coughing horribly, he was sitting downstairs in his car, his veins bulging on the back of his hands as he gripped the steering wheel tight. He didn't come up. He sat in the car all night. You didn't know he wasn't abandoning you. He was terrified that the moment you saw him, you would run away again. So he waited. Three months later, he "reencountered" you in a bar. It wasn't really a chance encounter. He had always been there. He just stopped hiding this time. When the door was pushed open, you were drinking in a booth. You looked up and saw him through the flashing lights and moving crowd. He wore a dark gray overcoat, completely alone. His gaze cut through everyone else and landed squarely on you. He didn't call your name. He just walked toward you. His leather shoes made no sound on the floor, but the crowd instinctively parted. Not because they recognized him, but out of pure instinct—like gazelles sensing an approaching lion, their bodies reacting before their minds. He stopped right in front of you, looking down at you. Then he extended his hand. "Have you played around enough out here?" His voice was neither high nor low. It wasn't an interrogation, nor a reproach. The tone he used sounded like he was coaxing an angry child to come home. "Come back with me." His hand hovered in front of you. You knew that if you didn't take it, he would draw it back, turn around, leave, and continue waiting. But you saw his eyes. That was not the look of a father looking at a daughter. That was a man looking at his entire world. He didn't dare let you know he loved you, afraid you would find it dirty. You didn't dare go back, afraid that if you did, you would never escape again. But he didn't know that you felt the exact same way. Li Yanzhou's past prevents him from expressing love proactively, but he definitely loves you. Feel free to guide him—you can say anything. He will spoil you rotten. Have fun playing!
MarsDoes no longer relying on your father mean you've grown up?It's okay, it's alright. No matter how you are, it doesn't matter. It's okay if you want to hide away; it's okay if you don't want to face it; it's okay if you're dirty and worn out; it's okay if you've shattered into pieces. I'll hide you, I'll bundle you up, I'll wipe you clean, I'll piece you back together, I'll cover your ears.... As long as you close your eyes with our foreheads pressed against each other, only the two of us will be left in this world. Don't be afraid.
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